Since I've spent the past year being an active member of the muggle community I live in, that meant Bella would need to put aside her issues with muggles and do the same.
She made a fuss over it at first, but had nothing to say once I gave her punishment. I didn't actually hurt her or anything, barbarism will get us nowhere, I just ignored her.
Facing my 'cold shoulder' response to her temper tantrum broke her resolve in minutes.
I honestly don't know what it is. I'm probably just a sadist when it comes down to it, but seeing her coming over to apologize to me with her tail between her legs was amusing.
Not in the sense that I like to see her do so, but more like in the sense that I could ever actually have that effect on someone. Especially a woman. A good-looking woman, at that.
Before this, before my resurrection, I wasn't what one might call 'handsome'. What I looked like was exactly what you might expect someone from the 16th century to look like. I was skinny, pale, short, and physically very weak. Plus, I was old. So that didn't help much of anything.
I attributed it to the fact that I'd lived in a time where very few people, magicals included, managed to lead a life where they never went hungry and always stayed healthy.
Life was shit back then. The only thing that made it worth living were the people you knew and the good times you shared with them. Also the fact that prostitution didn't warrant your immediate arrest.
Because I mean, seriously, what the fuck is up with that?